Conphen!Verse Drabble #26 : Mud

AN:Takes place before #25 (painting) and after 'sleepy'

Covered head to toe in mud, Connor laughed; Stephen extended a hand to his boyfriend, looking bemused, as if he hadn't been the one who had pushed him into the puddle in the first place.

Connor smirked - glad that the anomaly was closed so he could do this - and pulled Stephen in with him; Connor squawked as the other man leapt at him and kissed him, ignoring the mud streaked over their skin and clothes.

"This way we have an excuse to shower together," Stephen said, winking at his boyfriend, who blushed, but grinned; standing some distance behind them, the SF's rolled their eyes.

Drabble #27 : Blame

AN: This drabble takes place after 'Alive' and 'Alright', maybe a few days later, and before 'threats'. Things are still rocky, and everyone's blaming themselves. Hoenstly, I'd personally just blame Helen, but y'know, Stephen was a bit in the wrong too… and Connor's such a sweety, but he's a silly boy. :P Hope you enjoy? Despite the angst!fest it clearly is at this point?

"It's my fault you're in hospital." Connor said softly; he didn't think Stephen was awake, and the room was dark. And he knew it sounded crazy, to blame himself, but… he couldn't help but blame himself. The logic just didn't connect, didn't stop him from feeling unbearably guilty looking at the other man, pale and swathed in plasters as, lying in that bed.

He was understandably surprised when Stephen spoke into the darkness, the man's bandaged hand gripping his lightly, but firmly.

"You mean it's thanks to you." Connor flinched away, but Stephen used what strength he had to hang on to his hand. The younger man reluctantly sat back down in his chair. "I didn't mean it like you think, Conn. It's thanks to you that I'm not dead, that in a few weeks I'll be up and about on crutches, rather than months or not at all. I'm alive, and I'm not missing any limbs, and it's all thanks to you."

Connor thought that maybe he could actually believe what Stephen was saying.

"And Conn… Don't blame yourself. I shouldn't have been such an arse to you - you were right all along, and I yelled at you and accused you of horrible things."

"Don't - you… you've already apologized. I forgave you. I love you."

Stephen sighed.

"Conn…"

"No, no. You said some mean things, but I didn't try to stop you, I didn't… I shouldn't have let you run back to Helen, I should've-" Stephen made the monumental effort to pull Connor down to his level, pulling him forwards and kissing him firmly to quiet the increasingly desperate-sounding protests.

"I love you Connor. None of this is your fault."

It would take time, but hopefully things would get back to some semblance of normality sooner than later.

Drabble #28: Savior

AN: I realized I'd never directly addressed Connor-saves-Stephen in a drabble, so here ya go. Sort of. Basically. Well you know he obviously saves him but anyways. Obviously this takes place before 'hospital' and after 'trouble'

"Cutter!" Connor ran down the hallway, skidding to a halt at the sight of the professor, who knelt in front of a door with his head in his arms, braced against the metal. Cutter turned slightly, and his eyes were red. "No." Connor breathed, panic overwhelming him. "Stephen- is he?…"

"The idiot's locked himself in there with them." Cutter said hoarsely.

Connor stumbled forwards.

"Don't look."

Connor didn't listen to Cutter, and peered through the window. At that moment, a scream filled the air from the other side; Connor's eyes widened.

"He's alive! Cutter, he's alive! We - we've gotta get 'im outta there!" Connor yelled, nudging the man with his foot.

"What?!"

"I - what do I do?!" Connor scrambled to the broken control box, looking at the professor, panic etched into his features.

Another scream from the other side of the door made Cutter scramble to his feet as well.

"Stephen! Just - just stay alive!" Cutter called. Stephen was bleeding, but sent a startled look to the door before evading the claws of a raptor.

Connor opened the control box with shaking hands and reconnected the wires one by one with cramping fingers. He had to save Stephen.

Drabble #29: Lucky Timing

AN: takes place at some point after 'discussions'

"Connor!" He twisted on his heel at the sound of Stephen's voice. What was his boyfriend doing at the anomaly site? He wasn't supposed to until the medic gave him the all-clear! And why did he sound scared? Before he could do more than meet Stephen's gaze with his own puzzled look, before a flash of something big and thickly furred caught his attention out of the corner of his eye - moments before it crashed into him.

Connor's breath left him in a gasp as the huge mass sent him flying, gravel cutting into his skin through his shirt as he landed, the bulk of the creature landing on top of him, causing him to cry out in pain as claws sank into him. He thrashed, trying to get away. The thing brought it's muzzle closer, and Connor gagged at the hot, wet breath of the wolf-like beast in his face. He stopped squirming at the sight of the teeth, freezing up. Pain filtered through the adrenalin, and he fought to keep still, hardly daring to breathe. The wolf-creature sniffed him, tongue lolling and that was bad news. Connor closed his eyes tightly.

"No!" That was Stephen. "Get off him!" The wold cried out, and there was a jumbled commotion of activity - and then the weight was gone from his body that had been pressing him into the ground.

Connor opened his eyes warily, flinching as a shadow loomed over him. He relaxed with visual relief when it turned out to be Stephen, who crouched next to him, petting his head gently.

"Are you alright!?"

"I-" Pain surged when he went to move his left leg. "Me leg 'urts. An' gravel's diggin' into me back…. everything hurts, really." He admitted, grimacing.

"Well, don't move, Conn. Abby's calling the medic right now, he'll be here soon, and then we'll get you patched up, 'kay?" Stephen said, hand cupping his cheek gently. Connor nodded. Stephen smiled a little, and twined his fingers with Connor's. He'd like a kiss to distract him from the pain, but Stephen doesn't do that. He understands why.

Connor was pleasantly surprised when his boyfriend leaned over and kissed him, softly but firmly.

He had a million questions, but one felt urgent.

"Aren't you still on medical leave?" Stephen looked at him in bemusement, but after a moment, decided to humor him.

"Medic just cleared me. Lucky timing, I guess." The laugh was half hearted, but Connor smiled at him anyway.

Drabble #30: No conflict

AN: Could take place either before everything goes crazy with conphen, or afterwards!

"They're showing reruns of Doctor Who tonight!" Connor announced, looking from the tele in front of him to his boyfriend in the kitchen. Stephen chuckled, bringing two cups of tea into the lounge with him, sitting down next to Connor and kissing him on a stubbled cheek.

"Does that mean we're watching during dinner?" Stephen asked, grabbing the remote and clicking 'info' to read the episode's summary. Connor sipped at his tea, pausing only to point at the screen, saying,

"You'll like this one, love!"

"Hmmm…"

"And I checked - that thing you wanted to watch tonight, it's on an hour and a half earlier, so we c'n watch both!"

"Okay, okay, set the reminders. " He handed the remote back to Connor, who eagerly poked at the buttons. "Now, what're we going to do on this rare day off of our's, hmmm?" Stephen asked, putting both of their teacups down on the little table, and lifting a hand to Connor's jaw, pulling him in to a kiss, which the younger man enthusiastically continued.

Drabble #31: Sometimes

AN: Introspective, and again could take place before the craziness (just after they become a couple) or after all of the craziness, and Connor tends towards thinking like this. *pets him* :\

rating: T+ for mention of adult situations

Sometimes Connor wondered what Stephen saw in him. He could understand that night together, when they were both drunk, because physical attraction was one thing, and even though he didn't think he was attractive enough to gain Stephen's attention, it was… understandable. Sex was sex. But a relationship —

Connor didn't think he was Stephen's type, personality-wise. The other man was reserved, thoughtful, taciturn. He liked sports and outdoors and was a morning person. Stephen was focused, careful, observant and could be suave when he wanted to. Connor was all goofy geekiness, computers and dinosaurs, a night owl who never stopped talking. He wasn't observant and was clumsy, a walking mess who knew too much about things no-one else really cared about and could quote star wars from the top of his head. He disliked sports and cared more about reading than shooting. There were a billion reasons why they were nothing alike.

He sometimes couldn't imaginehow or why Stephen was his boyfriend, or why the other man had fallen in love with him… or how he had fallen in love with Stephen, either. It had just happened, somehow…. and despite how crazy it seemed sometimes, both of them had never been happier… and they were equally as in love with the other, no matter what.

Sometimes Connor worried…. but the look in Stephen's eyes and the words his boyfriend spoke to him as they lay in bed at night convinced Connor to his very marrow that this was real, undeniably so.